March 16, 2004
Nagazora City, St. Luke International Hospital.
At five o'clock in the morning, the boy lying on the hospital bed slowly opened his eyes, with a bewildered expression.
What comes into view is the ceiling made of polymer materials and metal pipelines. The faint sunlight hits the surrounding environment through the curtains, soaking the narrow bed in a hazy darkness. The boy glanced around and then realized that he was lying in a ward.
The melodious and crisp birdsong rang out one after another outside the window, but the corridor outside the ward was quiet, presumably it was not the time for the nurse to make rounds. The boy stretched out his hands, slowly raised his upper body, then shook his head to wake up his still semi-unconscious brain, then lowered his head to look at his body.
No trauma could be seen on his body, except for the dry tears on both sides of his cheeks, the boy could not find any uncomfortable parts on his whole body.
Everything looks fine and in order.
If you ignore the immature age of this seemingly harmless body, which is only about six or seven years old.
"Am I dreaming about that time again?"
After barely figuring out his current situation, the boy couldn't help but start to doubt himself. He is not someone who dreams often. In most cases, the images he sees after falling asleep are only memories of the past, so when he found that he suddenly changed into his childhood appearance When he woke up in the ward, the first thing he suspected was whether he was in a dream.
After all, for a boy, dreaming that he is lying in a hospital ward in his sleep is not a novel experience, but rather a habit.
However, he was never this lucid when he saw these memories in his sleep before. The boy frowned slightly, thinking with some doubt.
Thinking back his dreams are always hazy.
Moreover, although the overall style of most of the ward is similar, it seems to be slightly different from the ward that has always appeared in his memory in terms of layout and advanced medical facilities.
The boy gradually realized that he wasn't in a dream, when a severe headache attacked his brain without warning, tearing at his unconscious consciousness mercilessly. It was like a blade was cutting inside the head.
He arched his body suddenly, out of the instinct of not wanting to trouble others because of his affairs, the boy tightly covered his mouth, desperately enduring the screams that were about to burst out.
Amidst the headache that was enough to cause ordinary people to go into shock in an instant, the lid of the memory box closed deep in the consciousness was opened, and scenes of chaotic scenes turned into continuous images flashing in the boy's mind.
At the same time, the crack-like lines pried open his field of vision in an extremely arrogant manner like a raging tide and were deeply imprinted into the visual system.
Countless dark thin lines and pitch-black holes swarmed in, pouring into the boy's field of vision like swarms of insects smelling blood, and covering the surface of everything he could see.
The scene where everything was covered by ominous pitch-black cracks gave the premonition that the whole world would fall apart in an instant.
The intense pain came suddenly and went away suddenly. When the boy pessimistically thought that the pain that was about to tear his brain would last forever, the feeling of swelling suddenly disappeared as quickly as the ebb tide.
"Hmm..."
Enduring the swelling pain that remained in his head, the boy let out a distressed voice through his fingers and panted rapidly.
"Hoo...ha...ha...ha...
He desperately adjusted his breathing, his face was livid, and his head was covered with cold sweat.
"What... These memories are..."
Although the pain has subsided, even after the pain has disappeared, the images that remain in my mind are still flashing non-stop.
And... more than that.
The brain no longer feels pain, but the surface of everything he can see is still densely covered with twisted and deep black lines.
Is it because the brain has been too intensely stimulated, so the visual system has also been affected... The boy thought in his heart. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, pondered for a while, then sighed softly, closed his eyes, lay back on the hospital bed, and began to sort out those chaotic memories in the quiet environment.
He doesn't know how long it took, but after the footsteps of the nurse's rounds sounded outside the corridor, the boy who had finished sorting out those memories opened his eyes with a complicated expression.
——Let's talk about the conclusion first.
If those extra memories are correct, he... no, this body that does not belong to him, but a boy named [Emiya Shirou].
However, although the experience and life of this [Emiya Shirou] are very similar to his in the general direction, it is completely different from him in some extremely crucial parts.
For example... this [Shirou Emiya] did not suffer from the catastrophe that killed more than 500 people, but he still lost his parents in a murder case.
Another example... the man who adopted this [Emiya Shirou] is not a [Hero of Justice] and [Magician] who travels all year round, but a criminal policeman - Emiya Kiritsugu, someone who has difficulty accompanying him because of work.
In addition, for the two Emiya Shirou who are in different worlds, the most similar thing is that no matter both [Emiya Shirou] lost their father late last night.
After sorting out those chaotic memories, Emiya Shirou, who was lying on the hospital bed, pursed his lips, showing a somewhat bitter expression.
Emiya Shirou in [Fuyuki City] accompanied his father on the last journey, but one in [Nagaku City] didn't even get the chance to see his father for the last time.
"Really... If this is a prank, the person who can make such a joke is a very bad guy." He raised his arms to cover his eyes and whispered in a hoarse voice.
He doesn't know if it's because the [Emiya Shirou]'s existence is similar to his, the boy who also lost his close relative the night before quickly accepts those memories that don't belong to him as his.
At the moment when the memories of the two parties were completely merged, he was not even sure whether [Emiya Shiro] of Fuyuki City came to this world, or the mind of [Emiya Shiro] of Nagazora City awakened memories that don't belong to him.
Just when Emiya Shirou was a little lost in his thoughts, he heard the sound of footsteps approaching.
As the door opened from the outside, the doctor making the rounds came to Emiya Shiro's bedside and pulled open the curtains. Sunshine rushing into the dark ward, Emiya Shirou couldn't help squinting his eyes slightly.
The doctor who made the rounds was a middle-aged man with a serious face. His long white coat set off his slender figure.